My Lips & Your Kisses
By Handsum-Hart

Who declared her passion
to be insane
and ordered my lips
to investigate, her crazy kisses
to find out if this be true

Who sailed her love boat
across the sleepy waters
of Lovers Lake
fishing for my puckered lips
using her candy kisses
as the sweet bait
I could not resist

Who handcuffed the desires
of my thirsty lips
to the backseat
of her love mobile,
drove down to Lover’s Lane
popped the cork
on a vintage bottle
of her strongest kisses
and without mercy
spent the night
intoxicating my lips
with the potency
in her vintage kisses

Who taxied her airplane
filled with fantasy kisses
down the runway of my dreams
flew me to a island of fantasy
where I was greeted not
by Mr. Rork and Tattoo
but by her kisses
which became my lips fantasy

Who is the princess
so dear with tear
kiss me she did, in spite
of her maidens whispering
"surely she shan’t
give him a kiss,
for the ugliest frog
of all times, he be."
Yet her transforming kiss
she did give
making me more
than a pure prince
of blue blood.
Now your amphibian of love
I be, who hops, croaks
and sticks out his tongue
only for your
mouth-watering kisses

© 2003 Ronald Howard Moman